Blues With No Refrain

Ground to gravel

Cut to ribbons

I unravel

Just by livin’

 

Hard streets pounding

through my shoes

All compounding

My constant blues

 

Iridescent

Sidewalk puddles

In incandescence

The stars are scuttled

 

The skyline looms

set to devour

Nothing blooms

at ungodly hours

 

Resuscitated

by a patch of grass

Incarcerated

in broken glass

 

Shabby tinsel

still frames the lights

So with hope and pencil

I start to write

 

 

 

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